Disgusted by the idea of how alone Papyrus must have felt, if he thought that Sans wasn't on his side through that whole mess, he slowly closes the distance.

"It's okay," he says, trying to be less shaken. "I probably set a precedent with this stuff." Then, he looks away with all of his eyes. "...Sorry back at you. I... They wanted me to help, and I thought if I didn't, they'd mess it up like they did before... You've gotten dusted by these people enough times."

He looks down, and then his middle three eyes look up at Papyrus.

"I know what we gotta do. We can all share the sob stories later, right?"